Chapter 77: Chapter 77 - 77 076 likes him

Chapter 77: 076 likes him Chapter 77: 076 likes him “This…” Luo Qinghe coughed awkwardly, “I’m about to board a plane and leave, so I came to say goodbye to you.”

“Leave? Where to?” Fu Han knew very little about Luo Qinghe, and what little she did know came from Su Cheng’s brief mentions. Therefore, she truly felt Luo Qinghe’s departure was very abrupt.

Luo Qinghe smiled, the bright lights above his head unable to outshine the intensity of his smile.

“I am a wanderer by nature. I had planned to leave after the photography contest. I’m preparing to visit Antarctica to see how the penguins live there.”

Fu Han considered herself to be quite spontaneous over the past three years, but at this moment, she felt that her version of spontaneity was insignificant compared to Luo Qinghe’s.

She had always fantasized about going on a trip on a whim. Aside from her unannounced departure from the hospital three years ago, every single one of her trips had been planned in advance, including where she would stay at night and what she would eat during the day.

Thinking of this, she raised her head and looked seriously at Luo Qinghe, “In your heart, what’s the difference between me and Nan Qing?”

Since she had known Luo Qinghe, there had been too many coincidences between them. If she didn’t get things clear, she really worried that there would be another unclear and unresolved entanglement between them.

As for why she used Nan Qing for comparison, that could only be chalked up to a woman’s intuition and the fact that she had once unintentionally seen Luo Qinghe staring absent-mindedly at Nan Qing’s figure.

Perhaps not expecting Fu Han to ask such a question, Luo Qinghe was momentarily stunned. After thinking for a bit, he put all the smiles away and said seriously, “You are different. You are someone who might stand as my equal opponent in the future, a photographer I admire; Xiaoqing… she’s a sister I know well and am willing to take care of.”

A bolt of lightning struck through Fu Han’s heart, and she looked deeply at Luo Qinghe, as if to discern whether what he was saying was true: “Do you like Nan Qing?”

Luo Qinghe’s eyes blinked rapidly for a moment, then everything returned to normal. He admitted with a roguish laugh, “Yes, I do like Nan Qing.”

“Does she know?” Fu Han hadn’t expected her guess to be confirmed. She asked eagerly, as this was the first time she showed so much interest in someone else’s romantic affairs.

“I like her, what’s that got to do with her.” Luo Qinghe scoffed unapologetically, “Just like you and He Xing, you verbally cut ties, but can you really let go in your heart?”

The medical staff finally arrived, apologizing while collecting their things. It turned out there had been an emergency patient earlier, and the duty doctors and nurses had all gone to help.

Fu Han and Luo Qinghe, as if by some understanding, only mentioned that someone had caused trouble in the ward, without revealing that the person had been armed with a dagger and intent on violence.

Once the medical staff had left, Fu Han pondered for a moment, then asked in a low voice, “Can I go for a walk with you?”

“As long as you don’t harbor any improper thoughts about me, I’d be more than happy,” Luo Qinghe smiled again, returning to his rogueishly charming demeanor.

Fu Han also smiled, began gathering her things, and sneaked out when the doctors and nurses weren’t paying attention. After all, Luo Qinghe said he could handle the aftermath and wouldn’t cause trouble for the hospital.

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He Xing looked at the empty ward, feeling an emptiness in his heart.

In his mind, there was only one thought — she left again, just like last time, without a word.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached as Liang Tao came running in, “Mr. He, I’ve asked around at the hospital. Miss Fu left in the middle of last night.”

“Who picked her up?” He Xing’s grip tightened until it creaked with the strain.

The immense pressure bore down on Liang Tao like a torrent; despite the onset of winter’s chill, his forehead was already slick with sweat, “It was Luo Qinghe who picked her up. The doctor said Luo Qinghe asked them to prescribe many medications for Miss Fu before he left.”

He Xing’s face grew uglier than the gloomy weather outside the window. He violently kicked the chair beside him, breaking what seemed like a sturdy chair into pieces with a single blow.

The return drive was managed by Liang Tao, who felt as though countless needles were pricking him in discomfort.

In the near three years since he became He Xing’s assistant, there had been only a handful of times when He Xing lost control of his emotions, but none were as explosive as just now.

Thinking of the shattered chair, Liang Tao felt overwhelmed and even had the delusion that he himself would soon fall to pieces.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Liang Tao. He trembled and picked up, “Hello… yes, this is Liang Tao… Yes, Mr. He is with me… Alright, we will be there shortly.”

After hanging up, he sneaked a glance at He Xing in the rearview mirror, finding him back to his expressionless self. Liang Tao hesitantly spoke, “Mr. He, regarding the tender for the government’s Lot No. 3 development, there’s been a problem — our tender document is missing.”

He Xing’s gaze shot up, his cold look bearing down on Liang Tao, “How do they operate? Am I paying them to do nothing?”

Even if Liang Tao had multiple doses of courage, he wouldn’t dare speak now, and could only brace himself to endure the wrath of the man behind him, silently mourning for his seriously negligent colleagues.

“Find the nearest Printing Shop.” He Xing ordered with a cold face, opening his laptop as he spoke.

It was his longtime habit to carry his own computer with all the files saved within and also backed up to cloud storage, just in case.

Whether the missing tender document was a major or minor issue depended on the timing of its loss; the closer to the tender date, the more serious its lack would be.

Inside a cramped Printing Shop, the air conditioner was set on high, and due to poor air circulation, the shop had an unpleasant odor. Liang Tao hesitated at the doorway, reluctant to step inside.

He Xing seemed to notice nothing out of the ordinary and carefully connected his own laptop to the printer, proceeding to print out the tender document.

The Lamborghini was back on the road, now only minutes away from the tender site.

Upon their arrival at the tender venue, Yi Lixing came rushing over, drenched in sweat. He said guiltily, “Mr. He, I’m so sorry. I arrived two hours early, but I might have eaten something bad in the morning. I went to the restroom a few times and accidentally left the tender document there. I’ve searched every restroom and can’t find it.”

He Xing listened silently, not speaking.

Liang Tao, seeing Yi Lixing sweating profusely, couldn’t help feeling pity. He glanced cautiously at He Xing, trying to console Yi Lixing, “Don’t worry, Mr. Yi. Mr. He has already…”

He was interrupted by a stern look from He Xing, and Liang Tao, unsure what he had done wrong, didn’t dare continue.